Post by PJ on Mar 30, 2006 0:00:26 GMT -5
Traj – By Request – Rated S for Sexual References
Note:
No, really. Lot of sex mentioned. If you're touchy about that sort of thing, or at school, or church, or library, don't read it. Don't say I didn't warn you.
Have fun.
It was a forbidden love. Don’t ask me why, it just was. So it had to be kept secret. On the surface, they were two indifferent members; Tragedy, almost always away doing whatever it is administrators do, whilst she did whatever the hell it is J. does in her free time. She always teased him, breaking the rules, swearing, writing ships with Tragedy in them, that sort of thing.
Tragedy obliged by banning her, which gave both of them an entire week of pure sex, as J. didn’t have to keep showing up at 667 for appearances sake.
It had started in small ways, J. randomly pouncing upon the admin at a party, that sort of thing. Trag found his feelings confusing, but he went with it. The sex was great. Soon after, they decided to make their affair secret. Again, I have no idea why. It just was that way.
Then it started. By “it” I mean the improper use of Tragedy’s administerial powers to enhance his sex life. It started innocently one day, when J. awoke to find the size of her breasts had doubled.
When she next saw Tragedy, he was grinning like a loon, and she threw him a dirty look. People kept asking embarrassing questions about why her boobs were so big. She pretended she had contracted a disease called “bigtitsitus”. Over the next few days, several of 667s girls, and one boy who shall remain unnamed (it was Luis) kept hanging around her, and J. had a suspicion that it was to catch her fake disease. She shooed them away after explaining that it meant she’d be dead within a month.
I won’t go into the juicy, but incredibly improper details (lest a school server decides to block 667), but over the next few weeks, both Tragedy and J. experienced…um…changes. Sexually enhancing changes.
People began to notice. Tragedy’s weekly bike riding club got quite embarrassed over the fact that Tragedy’s tight bike pants hardly covered up his…*ahem* alterations. It got so bad that they avoided speaking to him, only nodding when they met on Wednesday evenings, before saddling up and riding off.
J.’s changes, too, were noticed. When she and Char got together with a few other girls for an all-female sleep-over, they were having slow-motion-pillow-fights-in-skanky-pyjamas, and the subject came up. J. hastily tried to explain her seemingly endless legs, slim hips, enormous breasts, silky hair and incredibly smooth skin off as various effects of bigtitsitus, but they didn’t buy it.
“If I didn’t know better,” Trish said, peering closely at J.’s boobs,
“I’d say they’d been enhanced, somehow.”
“Enhanced? How?” Char asked, incredibly curious.
“Well, mods can’t do it, but…” Trish’s eyes widened.
“You’re sleeping with Tragedy, aren’t you!” She yelled, excitedly.
They all crowded around J., demanding details, and inquiring about how one might go about making their breasts bigger. J. tried to deny it, but nobody listened. Finally, she caved in.
The next morning, a line had formed up outside Tragedy’s house. He had barricaded his door and windows, and sat on his bed, wondering what all of this was about. J. arrived through the secret-entrance that she so often used, looking rather sheepish.
“I…uh…told them about us. And the…enhancements.” She said quietly.
“WHAT? WHY?” Tragedy yelled, standing up, and waving his arms dramatically.
“Well, they kinda…guessed. I lied, but they wouldn’t believe me.” She sighed loudly.
“I guess you shouldn’t have made it so obvious.”
“So now what the hell do we do? Proboards could shut 667 down! It clearly states that admins aren’t allowed to use their powers to magically increase the size of their-“ J. cut him off.
“What if you just…do whatever they want?” She said, soothingly.
“And what DO they want?” Tragedy demanded, outraged.
“Well, they want their own, ahem, enhancements.”
“Fine.”
And then, after Tragedy had sexually enhanced all of 667, in a stupid plot twist, 667 became known as the best Brothel in all of the Intarweb, and everyone lived happily ever after. Until a bout of STDs killed everyone.
Teh End, mageees.
And yes, the ending was sucky, but I couldn’t think of anything.
Note:
No, really. Lot of sex mentioned. If you're touchy about that sort of thing, or at school, or church, or library, don't read it. Don't say I didn't warn you.
Have fun.
It was a forbidden love. Don’t ask me why, it just was. So it had to be kept secret. On the surface, they were two indifferent members; Tragedy, almost always away doing whatever it is administrators do, whilst she did whatever the hell it is J. does in her free time. She always teased him, breaking the rules, swearing, writing ships with Tragedy in them, that sort of thing.
Tragedy obliged by banning her, which gave both of them an entire week of pure sex, as J. didn’t have to keep showing up at 667 for appearances sake.
It had started in small ways, J. randomly pouncing upon the admin at a party, that sort of thing. Trag found his feelings confusing, but he went with it. The sex was great. Soon after, they decided to make their affair secret. Again, I have no idea why. It just was that way.
Then it started. By “it” I mean the improper use of Tragedy’s administerial powers to enhance his sex life. It started innocently one day, when J. awoke to find the size of her breasts had doubled.
When she next saw Tragedy, he was grinning like a loon, and she threw him a dirty look. People kept asking embarrassing questions about why her boobs were so big. She pretended she had contracted a disease called “bigtitsitus”. Over the next few days, several of 667s girls, and one boy who shall remain unnamed (it was Luis) kept hanging around her, and J. had a suspicion that it was to catch her fake disease. She shooed them away after explaining that it meant she’d be dead within a month.
I won’t go into the juicy, but incredibly improper details (lest a school server decides to block 667), but over the next few weeks, both Tragedy and J. experienced…um…changes. Sexually enhancing changes.
People began to notice. Tragedy’s weekly bike riding club got quite embarrassed over the fact that Tragedy’s tight bike pants hardly covered up his…*ahem* alterations. It got so bad that they avoided speaking to him, only nodding when they met on Wednesday evenings, before saddling up and riding off.
J.’s changes, too, were noticed. When she and Char got together with a few other girls for an all-female sleep-over, they were having slow-motion-pillow-fights-in-skanky-pyjamas, and the subject came up. J. hastily tried to explain her seemingly endless legs, slim hips, enormous breasts, silky hair and incredibly smooth skin off as various effects of bigtitsitus, but they didn’t buy it.
“If I didn’t know better,” Trish said, peering closely at J.’s boobs,
“I’d say they’d been enhanced, somehow.”
“Enhanced? How?” Char asked, incredibly curious.
“Well, mods can’t do it, but…” Trish’s eyes widened.
“You’re sleeping with Tragedy, aren’t you!” She yelled, excitedly.
They all crowded around J., demanding details, and inquiring about how one might go about making their breasts bigger. J. tried to deny it, but nobody listened. Finally, she caved in.
The next morning, a line had formed up outside Tragedy’s house. He had barricaded his door and windows, and sat on his bed, wondering what all of this was about. J. arrived through the secret-entrance that she so often used, looking rather sheepish.
“I…uh…told them about us. And the…enhancements.” She said quietly.
“WHAT? WHY?” Tragedy yelled, standing up, and waving his arms dramatically.
“Well, they kinda…guessed. I lied, but they wouldn’t believe me.” She sighed loudly.
“I guess you shouldn’t have made it so obvious.”
“So now what the hell do we do? Proboards could shut 667 down! It clearly states that admins aren’t allowed to use their powers to magically increase the size of their-“ J. cut him off.
“What if you just…do whatever they want?” She said, soothingly.
“And what DO they want?” Tragedy demanded, outraged.
“Well, they want their own, ahem, enhancements.”
“Fine.”
And then, after Tragedy had sexually enhanced all of 667, in a stupid plot twist, 667 became known as the best Brothel in all of the Intarweb, and everyone lived happily ever after. Until a bout of STDs killed everyone.
Teh End, mageees.
And yes, the ending was sucky, but I couldn’t think of anything.